Of the Lamp
For Robin Williams It’s not because he looks so much like my dad, the same nose, the same mouth. […]
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Roll Call for Michael Brown
It will happen, an honest mistake in a hot August classroom. Someone will blink at the name and swear this
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She Runs from the River
spilling from her mouth, her nose, her eyes, each hot slick pore a wound secreted, her whole body running
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Ya’aburnee
(Arabic): literally “you bury me,” a term of endearment expressing the desire to die before a loved one, rather than
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How I Fathom the Crash
I think about the toothbrushes, tucked in their travel packs like snug children. I think about the pairs of underwear,
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On July 8
The man who waved the mock trophy was the saddest. The boy who wiped his tears and smeared green and